Renee ~ thanks so much! There's a lot more yet to come, don't worry!
MFSbtrfly ~ yeah, there is a *very* good explaination of why Jacen has gone evil. You'll probably start to see pieces of it in the next chapter. And I tend to be good at making up cool, wierd, unpronouncable names, lol. Please do Neomail me, I'd love to talk to you - I have like 10 accounts but my main account is aslyinn, so send it there.
Okay, you may have all noticed that there's been a longer gap between the last chapter and this one than previously. It's because I haven't been able to write for most of this weekend - first all of my instrument practices, then being dragged around to different possible high schools for next year. Though I don't know why my parents bothered since it's already crystal clear that they're getting divorced very soon and that therefore I probably have to move. Ah well. At least I got to catch up on my sleep during all of the boring speeches...
Anything between " " is speech, whether it be human or by any othe creature, including a droid. (Yes, R2-D2 is at the Rebel Base on Hoth with Han ^_^ I tried to duplicate the sounds that he makes, but I'm afraid that it's not too accurate. He's working odd jobs here, including as a med [medical] droid, because there aren't any other droids in working order at the base.)
This chapter will be either entirely, or almost entirely, from Ahsilna's point of view. Luke is still on his way to Aderihal, and nothing else interesting will happen on the way there, so there's no point in writing about it. Hell, he's probably meditating the whole time for crying out loud. So this chapter is entirely on Hoth. Short but sweet. And watch out for a clue about *something* about Ahsilna that will be extremely important later in the story...
- Hoth: the Rebel Base -
I felt numb, as if my whole body was not my own, but rather as if I was someone else and I did not belong here. I could barely feel anything at all. Everything was just one huge blank. As I moved one hand slightly, it rubbed against something that felt vaguely familiar. I ran one fingertip alone it again. Fabric? Why was there fabric beneath me? For some reason I had a vague feeling that it couldn't be cloth, that I must be wrong, but neither could I remember why I would think this.
Suddenly, my thoughts drifted back to school. I had been in school earlier, I knew that much. And then school had ended, I remembered the harsh, grating sound of the bell as students rushed through the halls, and outside. It had been fall and the fallen leaves had crunched and crackled underneath our feet as we dashed along the sidewalk. And I thought that someone had tripped and fallen. Me. I had fallen on the sidewalk and couldn't get up.
Everything flooded back to me. How I had struggled to get up. How one of girls beside me had - wait, what had her name been? I had a feeling that I should know, but I didn't. Oh well. It probably didn't matter. I tried to ignore the half-whispered suspicions in the back of my mind that kept hinting that the girl's name wasn't all that I had forgotten. What had the school been? What grade was I in? What way did I turn at the corner to get home?
I determinedly ignored them. I'd remember later. Of course I'd remember later. After all, I had just temporarily forgotten them. I could never completely forget such important things. I tried to ignore them, even as they screamed at me for attention.
The girl beside me had helped me to my feet. She'd seen something that made her upset. I remembered her yelling, though I couldn't quite place what the words had been. After that she'd run off to get someone. And they'd started walking towards me. Seeing that, I'd frozen with horror for some reason. Oh, yes, my... parents...
That much of my life was still there in my memories, though I wished with all my heart that I could forget it forever, or at least someday rise above it.
But when they'd come back, I had felt myself falling. Falling through darkness. Falling down. Falling away from them. I clenched my fist; I was being ridiculous. I'd been in shock, I'd passed out, and fallen down and hit the pavement. That must be why I had wondered about the fabric: I should still be laying on the concrete. After all, walking through that blizzard had just been a dream. So I should still be on the sidewalk. But maybe they'd carried me inside the school and put me in the nurse's office on one of those little bed/couch things.
Well, I'd have to face them soon enough. I sighed and opened my eyes, expecting to see the nurse standing next to me. But to my complete suprise and amazement...
"Bip beeep bip bip breeee!"
I swear that my jaw must have dropped with the sheer shock of it all. I mean, come on - a talking, moving silver and blue trash can? After all, I know that our technology industry today makes some pretty weird things, but still... a mechanical trash can? What were they thinking? Whatever engineer designed it must have been either drunk, high, or both.
A little light on the top of the creature began to flash different colors. It turned around and whizzed over to a little table on the side of the tiny, white room that I was in. "Drrrrriiiiii... beeerrr neeep!" It rolled back towards me, holding the hugest needle I have ever seen in my life. I backed up on the small hospital bed until my back was against the wall, not intending to let it anywhere near me, especially when it had that, that, that THING with it. But I misjudged where I was moving and fell off the bed with a loud thud.
Of course, to make it worse, that just had to be the time that all of my injuries suddenly started to hurt again. I felt blood trickle down my back as I quickly sat up, edging away from the trash can, which was now making rather distressed sounding noises.
The door was thrown open and someone rushed in. I was glad to see that it was a human, but suprised when I didn't recognize him. "Toto," I muttered under my breath so that he wouldn't hear me, "It looks like we're not in a place with sanity any more..."
Well, what else was I supposed to say? The boy, who looked a few years older than me, was wearing an electric orange jumpsuit and black boots, and his short, spiky hair was bright red, clashing with his clothes. Not that he wouldn't look okay if he wore something that didn't clash so much, but the combination was rather startling, at least to someone who wasn't used to seeing people wearing electric orange jumpsuits. His green eyes were filled with concern as he knelt down beside me.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Those eyes kept watching me. "I'm fine. I just fell off the bed." I pulled away from him before he could touch me, and stood up on my own. Instinctively doing what I always did whenever someone got too close to me, especially if it was someone who seemed to care about me even slightly, I mentally formed the thought of keeping everyone out. I guess it's a kind of silly thing to do - after all, what good does some sort of mental barrier do anyway - but it's just what something inside tells me to do. I can't explain it; I just do as it wants me to, without knowing why. It just feels like something that I should trust, I guess. "Can you get that talking trash can to leave me alone?" I sat down on the edge of the bed, not trusting my body, weakened from loss of blood, to be able to stand up without support for more than a few seconds.
"The what?" He was clearly puzzled. Suddenly, he noticed the before-mentioned creature. "R2-D2, why don't you go help out with the repairs on the X-Wings? I don't think that she's used to droids." As the metal thing placed the needle on the table and rolled off, leaving the room, the boy laughed and shook his head. "That was R2-D2, one of our droids. Where are you from anyway, if you've never seen a droid before? Droids are everywhere! I can't think of a single planet that doesn't have any at all..."
A droid? But how? Droids were extremely advanced pieces of technology; on Earth, we didn't have them, we just dreamed of 3,000 years in the future when we might be able to make the crudest possible prototypes of droids. But that meant that I wasn't on Earth any more, if there were droids everywhere, right? And what had he meant by saying 'planets'? Earth was the only planet in the galaxy with intelligent beings, and you needed intelligent beings to be able to manufacture droids...
I took a deep breath, knowing that I didn't want the answer to this but that I'd find out soon enough no matter what. So I asked. "Where am I? Why am I here? And who are you?"
The boy beside me looked shocked. And confused. "What do you mean?" I shook my head slightly, "I don't know why I even have to ask, but my memory's blurry... I can't remember everything. And I just don't know..." My voice faded away.
His gaze turned sympathetic. "Well, you did hit your head pretty hard. I guess it's no wonder that you have amnesia." He paused for a moment before continuing, "You're on Hoth, in the Rebel base. My name's Rans - Rans Inaque. I'm a Reb pilot, and I'm the one who found you outside. You almost froze to death... as for how you got here, well, I didn't think that there were any settlements on this planet, but I guess there must be a primitive one somewhere nearby, and that you came from there. I guess there's a chance then that you wouldn't have seen a droid before."
"But-" I tried to cut in. I knew that I wasn't from here. The images that were of Earth from the memories that I did still have were too vivid, too real to just be something that my mind had come up with. I couldn't say how I'd gotten here, but I knew that something very strange was going on here. But before I could say any more, he shushed me. Delicately picking up the needle, he quickly gave me the shot of whatever strange concoction was in it. I heard him murmer soothingly, "You need to rest now. This will help you to sleep."
But my thoughts wandered as my eyes closed and I fell back against the pillows. And even as I drifted off, one thing was clear in my mind.
My name... I can't remember my name...
Author's Notes: Well, I hope that you like the way that this story is going. If you didn't notice the hint as to something different about Ahsilna, go back and re-read the fifteenth paragraph in this chapter.
Wow... she really did hit the ground pretty hard, didn't she? Heheh, amnesia - I'm so cruel to the poor girl. Well, I need a new name for her now, since she isn't going to remember her old name any time soon. Please give me any suggestions in your review, as long as they're slightly odd-sounding names, not just normal names like Mary or Sarah. If I see one that I like that suits her, then I'll give you credit and use it. Don't forget to review, and if you like this then go read my other Star Wars fanfic, Through My Eyes.
MFSbtrfly ~ yeah, there is a *very* good explaination of why Jacen has gone evil. You'll probably start to see pieces of it in the next chapter. And I tend to be good at making up cool, wierd, unpronouncable names, lol. Please do Neomail me, I'd love to talk to you - I have like 10 accounts but my main account is aslyinn, so send it there.
Okay, you may have all noticed that there's been a longer gap between the last chapter and this one than previously. It's because I haven't been able to write for most of this weekend - first all of my instrument practices, then being dragged around to different possible high schools for next year. Though I don't know why my parents bothered since it's already crystal clear that they're getting divorced very soon and that therefore I probably have to move. Ah well. At least I got to catch up on my sleep during all of the boring speeches...
Anything between " " is speech, whether it be human or by any othe creature, including a droid. (Yes, R2-D2 is at the Rebel Base on Hoth with Han ^_^ I tried to duplicate the sounds that he makes, but I'm afraid that it's not too accurate. He's working odd jobs here, including as a med [medical] droid, because there aren't any other droids in working order at the base.)
This chapter will be either entirely, or almost entirely, from Ahsilna's point of view. Luke is still on his way to Aderihal, and nothing else interesting will happen on the way there, so there's no point in writing about it. Hell, he's probably meditating the whole time for crying out loud. So this chapter is entirely on Hoth. Short but sweet. And watch out for a clue about *something* about Ahsilna that will be extremely important later in the story...
- Hoth: the Rebel Base -
I felt numb, as if my whole body was not my own, but rather as if I was someone else and I did not belong here. I could barely feel anything at all. Everything was just one huge blank. As I moved one hand slightly, it rubbed against something that felt vaguely familiar. I ran one fingertip alone it again. Fabric? Why was there fabric beneath me? For some reason I had a vague feeling that it couldn't be cloth, that I must be wrong, but neither could I remember why I would think this.
Suddenly, my thoughts drifted back to school. I had been in school earlier, I knew that much. And then school had ended, I remembered the harsh, grating sound of the bell as students rushed through the halls, and outside. It had been fall and the fallen leaves had crunched and crackled underneath our feet as we dashed along the sidewalk. And I thought that someone had tripped and fallen. Me. I had fallen on the sidewalk and couldn't get up.
Everything flooded back to me. How I had struggled to get up. How one of girls beside me had - wait, what had her name been? I had a feeling that I should know, but I didn't. Oh well. It probably didn't matter. I tried to ignore the half-whispered suspicions in the back of my mind that kept hinting that the girl's name wasn't all that I had forgotten. What had the school been? What grade was I in? What way did I turn at the corner to get home?
I determinedly ignored them. I'd remember later. Of course I'd remember later. After all, I had just temporarily forgotten them. I could never completely forget such important things. I tried to ignore them, even as they screamed at me for attention.
The girl beside me had helped me to my feet. She'd seen something that made her upset. I remembered her yelling, though I couldn't quite place what the words had been. After that she'd run off to get someone. And they'd started walking towards me. Seeing that, I'd frozen with horror for some reason. Oh, yes, my... parents...
That much of my life was still there in my memories, though I wished with all my heart that I could forget it forever, or at least someday rise above it.
But when they'd come back, I had felt myself falling. Falling through darkness. Falling down. Falling away from them. I clenched my fist; I was being ridiculous. I'd been in shock, I'd passed out, and fallen down and hit the pavement. That must be why I had wondered about the fabric: I should still be laying on the concrete. After all, walking through that blizzard had just been a dream. So I should still be on the sidewalk. But maybe they'd carried me inside the school and put me in the nurse's office on one of those little bed/couch things.
Well, I'd have to face them soon enough. I sighed and opened my eyes, expecting to see the nurse standing next to me. But to my complete suprise and amazement...
"Bip beeep bip bip breeee!"
I swear that my jaw must have dropped with the sheer shock of it all. I mean, come on - a talking, moving silver and blue trash can? After all, I know that our technology industry today makes some pretty weird things, but still... a mechanical trash can? What were they thinking? Whatever engineer designed it must have been either drunk, high, or both.
A little light on the top of the creature began to flash different colors. It turned around and whizzed over to a little table on the side of the tiny, white room that I was in. "Drrrrriiiiii... beeerrr neeep!" It rolled back towards me, holding the hugest needle I have ever seen in my life. I backed up on the small hospital bed until my back was against the wall, not intending to let it anywhere near me, especially when it had that, that, that THING with it. But I misjudged where I was moving and fell off the bed with a loud thud.
Of course, to make it worse, that just had to be the time that all of my injuries suddenly started to hurt again. I felt blood trickle down my back as I quickly sat up, edging away from the trash can, which was now making rather distressed sounding noises.
The door was thrown open and someone rushed in. I was glad to see that it was a human, but suprised when I didn't recognize him. "Toto," I muttered under my breath so that he wouldn't hear me, "It looks like we're not in a place with sanity any more..."
Well, what else was I supposed to say? The boy, who looked a few years older than me, was wearing an electric orange jumpsuit and black boots, and his short, spiky hair was bright red, clashing with his clothes. Not that he wouldn't look okay if he wore something that didn't clash so much, but the combination was rather startling, at least to someone who wasn't used to seeing people wearing electric orange jumpsuits. His green eyes were filled with concern as he knelt down beside me.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Those eyes kept watching me. "I'm fine. I just fell off the bed." I pulled away from him before he could touch me, and stood up on my own. Instinctively doing what I always did whenever someone got too close to me, especially if it was someone who seemed to care about me even slightly, I mentally formed the thought of keeping everyone out. I guess it's a kind of silly thing to do - after all, what good does some sort of mental barrier do anyway - but it's just what something inside tells me to do. I can't explain it; I just do as it wants me to, without knowing why. It just feels like something that I should trust, I guess. "Can you get that talking trash can to leave me alone?" I sat down on the edge of the bed, not trusting my body, weakened from loss of blood, to be able to stand up without support for more than a few seconds.
"The what?" He was clearly puzzled. Suddenly, he noticed the before-mentioned creature. "R2-D2, why don't you go help out with the repairs on the X-Wings? I don't think that she's used to droids." As the metal thing placed the needle on the table and rolled off, leaving the room, the boy laughed and shook his head. "That was R2-D2, one of our droids. Where are you from anyway, if you've never seen a droid before? Droids are everywhere! I can't think of a single planet that doesn't have any at all..."
A droid? But how? Droids were extremely advanced pieces of technology; on Earth, we didn't have them, we just dreamed of 3,000 years in the future when we might be able to make the crudest possible prototypes of droids. But that meant that I wasn't on Earth any more, if there were droids everywhere, right? And what had he meant by saying 'planets'? Earth was the only planet in the galaxy with intelligent beings, and you needed intelligent beings to be able to manufacture droids...
I took a deep breath, knowing that I didn't want the answer to this but that I'd find out soon enough no matter what. So I asked. "Where am I? Why am I here? And who are you?"
The boy beside me looked shocked. And confused. "What do you mean?" I shook my head slightly, "I don't know why I even have to ask, but my memory's blurry... I can't remember everything. And I just don't know..." My voice faded away.
His gaze turned sympathetic. "Well, you did hit your head pretty hard. I guess it's no wonder that you have amnesia." He paused for a moment before continuing, "You're on Hoth, in the Rebel base. My name's Rans - Rans Inaque. I'm a Reb pilot, and I'm the one who found you outside. You almost froze to death... as for how you got here, well, I didn't think that there were any settlements on this planet, but I guess there must be a primitive one somewhere nearby, and that you came from there. I guess there's a chance then that you wouldn't have seen a droid before."
"But-" I tried to cut in. I knew that I wasn't from here. The images that were of Earth from the memories that I did still have were too vivid, too real to just be something that my mind had come up with. I couldn't say how I'd gotten here, but I knew that something very strange was going on here. But before I could say any more, he shushed me. Delicately picking up the needle, he quickly gave me the shot of whatever strange concoction was in it. I heard him murmer soothingly, "You need to rest now. This will help you to sleep."
But my thoughts wandered as my eyes closed and I fell back against the pillows. And even as I drifted off, one thing was clear in my mind.
My name... I can't remember my name...
Author's Notes: Well, I hope that you like the way that this story is going. If you didn't notice the hint as to something different about Ahsilna, go back and re-read the fifteenth paragraph in this chapter.
Wow... she really did hit the ground pretty hard, didn't she? Heheh, amnesia - I'm so cruel to the poor girl. Well, I need a new name for her now, since she isn't going to remember her old name any time soon. Please give me any suggestions in your review, as long as they're slightly odd-sounding names, not just normal names like Mary or Sarah. If I see one that I like that suits her, then I'll give you credit and use it. Don't forget to review, and if you like this then go read my other Star Wars fanfic, Through My Eyes.